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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Rusty Cage

I Was Attending Worden Alternative School
When the Grunge Scene Hit Full Swing.
Still Jamming to the Misfits & Glenn;
to Seasons …
& Cliff & the Anger At His Loss; Justice …
So Cobain & Chains & Even Garden Were No Maiden;
They Didn’t Even Make my List
Except For a Few Hits.
Just, the Echo of the Seattle Drug Scene;
the Cold Dirty Streets,
the Need,
I Too Have Known the Grip of Addiction,
the Bottle,
the Pill,
the Needle,
the Knife;
But my Oldest Friend
She Be Suicide.
She Came To me In a Darkened Room
While I Attended That Fucked Up School
Whispering In my Ear
Come With me
With Out a Care.
Contemplating What He Did Do,
the Marks On my Hide
Earned me Juvie Time
Not the Big House Yet
That Was Next.
It Was the Epiphany
That Life Had No Place For me.
She Did Not Lie.
Like Starving Rats In a Trap
How we Climb,
the Filthy, Clawing,
Beast That Is Man.
Some Say It Is Cowardice,
But Is It Not
the Biggest Leap of Faith
a Man May Make
to Flee His Rusty Cage
& Soar Free.
I Do Not Know
Nor Have Any Returned.

In Parting
I Will Close This
With a Piece I Wrote
Concerning the Death
of Robert E. Howard.

How can
we Fathom
another
Mans
Soul
or what
Brought
Him
to that
Door
To Live
the Endless
Dream
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Howard Pyle

Rejection; Depression

Rejection
a Word
I Know
All too Well,
a Word
That Has Burned a Hole;
Marked my Soul.
Driven me To be a Lone.
Never to Know Home,
to Own Nothing,
But Scars I Can Not Hide;
That Multiply
With Each Passing Day.
They Weigh One After Another;
Suffer.
That Is the Bread I Break,
the Ache
of Never a Praise
or a Raise
to Lift me a Moment
From my Torment.
my Eyes Search
For Why
This Has to Be my Fate
& May Be
I Cry
Just a Little
When I Remember
It Is Too Late,
To Begin a New;
to Bloom.
So I Huddle In my Covers
& Dream Dreams of Death.
For I Have Not the Courage Yet,
to Die;
Sublime
& In my Mind
I Find
Depression At Its Best,
a Laughing Joke,
Another Poke;
That I am Neither a Live or Dead
Just Shambling Through
One More Room
In This Tomb
I Call Life
& I Wonder To my Self
Could This Be a Test;
Then I Smile;
Liar.
Don’t Bother Trying
It Will End
Just Like the Rest.
So Don’t Sit & Fret.
It Can’t Be Met,
Perhaps It’s Time
to Rile Up
the Demons In your Breast;
To Summon Up
All the Angst & Hate
& Serve Them Up a Bitter Plate
Rife With Gun & Knife.
So They May Share
the Loss That Is my Life.
These Are the Things
That Swirl Through my Brain,
That Drive me InSane;
Red,
Raw,
Murder.
Shall I Take your Hand
ForSake This Land
or Am I too Weak,
Another Loss I Think.
Another Rejection
to Add to my List of Depression,
a Debilitating Disease
That Will Have you On your Knees.
Not Good For a Thing
That Is How It Has me
With Out
Hope
#B27321 

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Antonio da Correggio

Die For me

Do Machines Dream,
I Only Know
my Sex Machine
Died For me.
I Know
Who Writes
About Such a Sick Thing;
a Sex Machine,
a Vat Grown Organic:
She.
I Did Not Invent
The Technology,
But I Did
Pervert It
to My Own Need.
Why you Ask;
Simple,
Loyalty.
They Would Die
or Suicide
Before They Gave Up
On me.
I Kept 5
I Wanted 10.
Only One;
Gemini
Was Better
Than the Rest,
One I Intended To
Put To the Test.
To Afford This Lavish Life Style,
to Afford my Pets;
I Did Things,
Things
Some People
Would Regret.
Mainly
I Killed;
Poison, Gun, or Knife;
That Was the Road
I Stood.
She Would End Up
Giving Her Life;
She Who Was Like a Twin,
Like a Second Skin;
Who Could Have Been a Wife.
Will She Be the Same
When She Down Loads
To Night.
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Gustave Dore

Gustave Dore

& She

Like a Mother
Introduced me To Heather
a Runner
of Back Alleys & Clip Joints
All Dark Eyes

& Gin Soaked Thighs
I Let Her Lead me Down That Hall
& Many More
In Love With the Waste

That Became my Life
The Knife
& Impossible Heists
Were the Dreams I Would Cling To
As the Sodden Sheets
Muffled Our Screams
Mad Dogs
Who Bite
Burning Way
To Bright
Mesmerized
By
the Light
Would we
Find
Death
To Night
#B27321

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Laurits Tuxen

Laurits Tuxen

Black
Times
&

Only
the Pen
Could
Save me
From the
Road
of Gun
&

Knife
Like
the Phoenix
Craving
New Life

Would I

Have

What It

Takes

Or Burn

&

Bake

In my

Past Mistakes

#B27321

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Johannes Gehrts

Johannes Gehrts

Crimson
Is the
Road
I Have
Strode
Bright
With Blood
Many
Seasons
Has It
Been
Since
the Hill
Side
Was Home
I Shall
Return
With Knife
&

Sword
To Even
That Score
No More
a Babe
At Deaths’
Door
‪#‎B27321‬

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Johannes Gehrts

Johannes Gehrts

I had

been
Tracking
that Dog
for Days
Weeks
Hunting
&

Killing
Jackals
Guarding
his Tail

Hansel
&

Gretel
could

Follow
that Red
&

White
Candy Cane
Trail

Find Him
&

Her
I Did
Captor
&

Captive
in that
Ghetto Den

Knife
&

Gun
had Served
me Some
Hands
were Meant
to Deal that
Final
Fatal
Blow

Snapping
that Scrawny
Neck
the Dragon
is Dead
#B27321

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